My creative arteries are clogged with emotional cholesterol. Once again, I've been dumped on the doormat of a huge life lesson and all I can do is spit on the mat, kick the door and glare at anyone who dares to watch. I feel as if I'm trapped inside one of those wheels people put little, fuzzy critters in. I just keep spinning and spinning,
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Until the last bell rings at school tomorrow, these lips are sealed.
I have too many crazy internet stalkers.
They'll go and spoil the fun.
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Senior prank? Hahaha. I helped in our school's senior prank. We put fish in the vents. Stinky.
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I love the cuddling.
And, eeeeewwww. I'm so glad I did not have to smell that!
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And I so want to be at a birthday dinner for you!
DETAILS! NOW! GO! GO!
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